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[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

🦌🪼🤡🦎🪞🤕🕯️🎭

Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

[oletus-writer]

Heyy can I have Wu Chang, Mary and Joseph reacting to their s/o giving their mini pet versions more love and affection then them? They think the pets are too cute to not give attention to

Sorry if I made any mistakes English isn’t my first language :)

I do believe I’ve seen people write for Joseph’s pet receiving more attention than him, but here’s my shot at this.

Wu Chang, Mary, and Joseph getting jealous of their mini versions

Warnings: slight jealousy

Xie Bi’an

At first, he thought the fact that you had a mini Wu Chang as your pet was pretty cute, until you began giving it more affection than you gave him.

Of course, he was happy that you were happy, but the bitter pangs of jealousy began creeping up on him.

‘Qin ai de - ah, you’re playing with your pet again... Well, please don’t let me disturb you.’

He wanted to say something else, but left as you hugged the mini Wu Chang to your chest.

He’d plan dates with only you and him (and Wujiu, if you were also dating him) and amp up the sulking if you had brought your pet with you.

‘Ah, I thought I had specified that this date was only for you and me, but you brought it along… it looks like you love it more than me.’ But of course, this was in a joking tone, no matter how he felt.

Expect a lot more of romantic gestures and pampering, as if he was saying ‘I don’t understand why you give the pet more attention than you give me. Look - I can treat you better.’

Fan Wujiu

Unlike Bi’an, he was kind of annoyed that you had a mini version of him. What to cuddle him? Just ask. Want children? Well, that would be quite a conversation. Everything the mini version of him could do, he could do better.

So, when he saw you pampering the pet more than you gave attention to him, he was quite infuriated. Marching towards you, he snatched it from your hands.

‘Give me affection, then I’ll give you back your pet.’

While his directness can be appreciated, sometimes it would be too much. You explained that it was a harmless pet, and that you were comforting it because it was sad you got chaired first.

Hearing this, Wujiu calmed down and stroked the head of the mini him thoughtfully. ‘I did not expect these tiny things to be capable of feeling emotions. How interesting.’

Still, he’d prefer you go to him immediately after matches, especially since you could potentially get injured.

Mary

Sometimes, Mary would get pretty insecure - was she a good girlfriend? There were many other good candidates in the manor, yet you still stuck by her side. She was sure that you would eventually leave her, so seeing a little pet that looked like her to keep you company reassured her a little bit.

That was until you began giving it more affection than you gave her.

She saw an example of this in a match you had with her - you had asked her not to go easy on you, so she obliged, leading you to be chaired. You were comforting the shivering mini Mary, which made the former queen quite displeased.

‘How dare you! You are my lover first, and then the owner of that pet second. Now, as we wait for your teammates to rescue you, shall we have a lovely chat?’

Slightly puzzled, you were rescued by your teammate and Mary continued to chase you.

Be prepared for intense courting, European style, after you finish every match. She can’t stand someone else sweeping you off your feet, even if it’s a mini version of her.

‘Ma chere/mon cher, I had Emma pick the best flowers for you. Now be a dear and let me braid these in your hair/make you a flower crown.’

Joseph

The Frenchies are very similar in how they react to your pet. How lovely of you to have a little remainder of him every where you go! To By God, why are you giving it more attention than you give him?

He’ll also attempt to win your attention by going on more extravagant dates, and all in all spending more time with you.

‘Beau, would you like for me to show you some recipes that… Claude and I used to enjoy? Can you bring your pet? No, I’m afraid it may cause a mess.’

Out of your sight, he’d be rather petty with his mini version. From glaring to knocking if off the table, he’s not going to accept another competitor. Of course, he’d stop if you asked, begrudgingly, but be sure to reassure him that he’ll be the only one in your eyes.

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❥ COMPOSER / BLOODY QUEEN + COOKING HCS. ˚⊹꒷

🕊️୧・꒰word count꒱ total—1605, frederick—816, mary—789.

🌸୧・꒰warnings꒱ possibly ooc ꒰mary꒱, not heavily edited.

🐇୧��꒰adi moment꒱ request here! i ended up adding mary to this request, since i thought it would be interesting to have a character that could cook with one that can't. ꒰i also just love mary ♡꒱ hope you enjoy! ꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱˖⁺‧₊˚

જ⁀➴ frederick kreibrug, the composer. ˚⊹꒷

꒰🎹꒱・Frederick can only be described as a natural perfectionist, and this trait isn’t something that so easily disappears whenever he enters the kitchen. After all, he’s lived his entire life with expectations being piled onto him by both his fans and his family—and while he may no longer have any affiliation with them, such high external pressures do eventually tend to seep in. Regardless of what the subject matter may be, if he doesn’t do something to the very height of his abilities, then what’s the point of doing it at all?

꒰🎹꒱・As such, he’s the type of chef to use a recipe and follow it to. The. Tea. His amazing memory tends to become extra useful in remembering the steps, his muscle memory even allowing him to get near perfect measurements every single time. Similarly to memorizing your favorite music pieces, I do also think he’d be quick to memorize any dishes you mention your enjoyment of. He also does his best to avoid using any unnecessary cookware, as he’s never been a big fan of having to wash everything afterwards. At least within the manor he’s not always the one that has to clean the dishes after meals, though the survivors that do can appreciate his efficiency.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s most experienced with savory dishes, mostly due to his attempts to recreate the food he’d eat before being disowned by his family. They’d been quite insistent on the importance of eating well, believing that one couldn’t perform their best if they did so on an empty stomach—a sentiment that Frederick continues to carry despite their estrangement. He will pile extra food onto your plate if you have a match coming up, especially so if he knows that the hunter is one that you tend to struggle kiting against. There have been times where other survivors have attempted to tease the both of you for this… though the silent look that he gives them tends to ruin the mood.

꒰🎹꒱・Even if he doesn’t have the time or energy to make something for you, he’ll still be sure to ask whether or not you’ve eaten properly before you head over to the waiting room. He’s quite menacing with it, too, even though you know he means well—and he’ll absolutely nag you if you respond in the negative. Did you lose the match? Oh, how unfortunate… Perhaps you got too distracted by the sound of your stomach rumbling at some point? Next time, you should make sure to eat properly before running around. Did you win the match? Well, congratulations! But you didn’t eat too well beforehand, no? You must be starving. Go sit down, he’ll quickly prepare something.

꒰🎹꒱・Depending on your personal threshold for spices and seasoning, you may or may not find Frederick’s food to be in need of a little extra flavor. He’ll be slightly surprised if you end up bringing this critique to him, not really seeing much of an issue with it himself. He’d probably assume that he messed up on the recipe somewhere along the way, so it’ll take a bit for you to convince him that while he does follow things with extreme precision… there are also times when breaking away from the recipe can help. Although it takes him a bit to fully accept that conclusion, he’ll still allow you to add additional seasonings to his food—and deeply appreciate it once he realizes how much better it is.

꒰🎹꒱・Regardless of how much more he enjoys your additions, I don’t see Frederick as having a particularly high spice tolerance—though his poker face works wonders in hiding that. In most cases, so long as it’s not extremely spicy, he can manage to maintain his composure until the meal is over and he can chug as much water as his heart desires. However, when that method fails him he’ll become red in the face ꒰which he still tries to keep straight꒱ and awkwardly fidget within his seat. Offering to go and get him some water will result in him looking at you like you’re an angel.

꒰🎹꒱・He’s a big fan of cooking with you, despite the extra mess and time that it’ll take. Granted, it does take him some time to get him to loosen up entirely—perfectionist tendencies shining through when you first start—but the activity does come to grow on him by the time your food is ready. I don’t see him as the type to be too goofy with it, though he’ll humor you most of the time. He’ll often ask if you’d like to make something with him when his brain gets too fried from compositions, and there have been many times where you’ve had to guard your creations from the other survivors. It’s fun, to him, and you might even find him drifting away from the recipes of his childhood over time. No need to remember them, in his eyes.

જ⁀➴ mary antoinette, the bloody queen. ˚⊹꒷

꒰🪞꒱・Mary, on the other hand, has absolutely no idea how to cook—though this isn’t exactly something that you could blame her for. Having been regarded as a member of the nobility for the entirety of her life, eventually even rising up to the title of queen—she’s never had much of a reason to bother herself with learning. Especially so considering that she had personal chefs to do the job both more efficiently and skillfully than she could ever dream of. 

꒰🪞꒱・This inability of hers to fend for herself in the kitchen isn’t something that changes when she enters the manor, either, considering that she’s one of the undead residents. Make no mistake here, she could eat if she desired to—in fact, she actively enjoys swooping in and stealing the food of living hunters—but she faces zero consequences if she decides not to. With that in mind, stepping foot into the kitchen isn’t exactly something that she does often. If I’ll be honest, most of the hunters would be totally fine with keeping her out of the room as a whole, too.

꒰🪞꒱・Not only is Mary very vocal about her displeasure of being forced into something so ‘unbefitting’ for her status, but all the more concerningly—has nearly burnt down the kitchen during each and every one of her attempts to make something. It’s gotten to the point where even Joseph—who’s not the greatest cook himself—jokes that asking Mary to cook something is the same as setting off a ticking time-bomb within the kitchen… though the downright nasty glares that she sends over in his direction are quick to shut him up. You can’t help but find it a little funny, but I wouldn’t recommend saying that to her face. 

꒰🪞꒱・While I do think she’d initially be less than welcoming to the idea of finally learning how to cook, she’d probably also give in if you ask her enough. She’ll insist that the only reason behind her agreement was due to how ‘annoying’ your repetitive begging and whining was, but she simply just hates to see the sad look on your face whenever she denies your requests—a truth that the both of you are well aware of. Do be warned, however, the task of showing her how to cook is far from easy, and you’ll have to stay by her side throughout the entire process. She’s clueless, but at the same time refuses to ask for help when she needs it. She’d probably be the type of person who believes that turning the oven to the highest temperature will cook the food faster—and you’re honestly lucky that the manor possesses no microwaves, because she’d absolutely put metal inside of one.

꒰🪞꒱・Another product of her upbringing, Mary has exceedingly high standards when it comes to food, with you being only partially spared from her high expectations. She will, however, gush over anything that she manages to make, believing it to be incredible despite any criticism she receives. Once again, her status as one of the undead hunters does protect her from issues such as food poisoning, leading her to eat all of her creations with a straight face… all while you’re physically convulsing from how terrible the taste is. She initially becomes offended by your reaction, but calms down slightly once you remind her that your stomach is far more sensitive than hers.

꒰🪞꒱・Despite how prideful she is, she’d feel utterly horrible if you became sick from eating one of her meals, and the entire thing would lead her to wanting to give up on cooking as a whole. I already see her as the type of person that becomes frustrated whenever she’s not immediately good at something, and seeing her significant other getting sick because of her certainly doesn’t do much to help. Although, assuming that you do convince her to continue cooking once you recover, I do think that the entire experience would get her to open up to suggestions. She’d hate to see you suffering within the infirmary for something avoidable, after all.

꒰🪞꒱・Considering her sweet tooth, I think that Mary would likely be more invested in baking than in cooking, even if it’s the harder of the two. ꒰Though she certainly isn’t helped by the fact that her favored pastries are more on the luxurious side.꒱ While it would require quite a bit of time—which you have an abundance of within the manor, anyway—she’d probably really only learn how to make some more basic dishes. Of course, it’s still amazing progress considering her starting point, so I don’t think she’d mind all that much. Be sure to deliver a few compliments of your own, too. She enjoys seeing you smile, especially when she’s the reason behind it.

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A Baker's Struggles Bloody Queen, Photographer, Wu Chang, Geisha, Axe Boy, "Disciple", "Hermit", Naiad, and Feaster & GN Baker Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Wasted Delicacy

"Son of a biscuit" the baker mutters, hearing their heartbeat race, indicating that the hunter was nearby. Three ciphers had already been popped beforehand but the thing is, whilst going around the map and healing the injured survivors with your treats, the hunter found you by tracing the aroma of your goodies.

"Luca," they spoke, carding their fingers through the inventor's soft brown locks. Luca hums, head twitching as he nibbled on the cookie, occupied with the cipher machine. "Dear, the hunter is nearby, I suggest scurrying off to another cipher so they don't target you" they coaxed, gently pushing the brunette off the cipher machine.

The inventor blinks owlishly, nodding with a toothy smile, "Thanks, s, see you later" he waves, running off to the nearest cipher. They smile before continuing the unfinished cipher, waiting for the hunter to appear.

The hunter draws nearer and nearer, making their heartbeat pick up more and more. They nod, picking up their basket and vaulting the window, activating their speedboost.

Looking behind them, they spot the hunter a few meters away from them, already preparing their abilities.

They really didn't mean to make you spill your cookies, so when they accidentally smacked the basket out of your hands, they really didn't intend to do so. Your eyes remained stuck on the treats splayed across the ground.

The hunter approached the still survivor, surprised to see you walking near them with a downcast gaze. You point to their weapon, "End me already" they said, tone void of any emotion.

The hunter eyes you, unsure of what to do, sure, it is a free kill, but it's no fun if you won't even try.

Footsteps approach the two, stilling at the sight of the hunter. They watch with interest as they attempt to console the devastated survivor.

Why did they want to try consoling one of the various pain in the asses they had to deal with? they didn't know either, it just... came over them.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

"Now now, you're a baker, surely, you have more?" the queen chided in an almost questioning manner. The baker frowned at her words, "Those were all the cookies I baked" they replied solemnly, voice quiet.

Mary, unsure of what to say, instead chose to let out a quiet "ah", waiting for you to speak—she wouldn't want to make a fool out of herself trying to pry more from someone that would eventually speak up. The baker looked up at her, gaze never wavering, "I spent three hours on those, I made extra for everyone too" they spoke, frustration rolling off their tongue.

Mary didn't know how to respond, but, by instinct, she placed one of her cold hands on top of their head. "I don't think it would be too late to let everyone have a taste if we ended the match right now," she paused, a bit unsure of how she should continue.

"I'll... even try to help if you'd like" she whispered, patting their head gently as if they were her child—it could just be that she was missing her own children but it wouldn't be so bad if she indulged just a bit.

𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐒

"Are you really just going to remain in that position until I strike you because of some pastries?" the older man questioned, a bit annoyed because a survivor was throwing a tantrum over pastries. The baker sighed, mumbling something the former count wasn't able to decipher.

"Speak up, no one can hear you with how quiet you are" Joseph frowned, leaning down slightly in order to hear them a bit better. "I, I made a lot more than usual so everyone could have a taste even after the match—those were the last ones" they grumbled, frustration piercing through their upset exterior.

The photographer's mouth parts slightly, eyes softening. He had read the baker's background beforehand, he remembered that they valued the art of baking much more than other bakers, to them, pastries are things you should pour your heart into making.

"I apologise for being insensitive, I," he paused, wondering about how to proceed. After thinking for a few more seconds, a lightbulb lights up in the french man's head. "Would you like me to teach you a recipe my... brother and I used to love?" he offered, albeit a bit hesitantly. He watches your eyes light up at the idea, taken aback when you embrace him. "Yes, I would" you mouth into his waist coat, smiling when he returns the hug.

𝐗𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈'𝐀𝐍 & 𝐅𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐉𝐈𝐔

Bi'an lowered the umbrella, looking down at the survivor with concerned eyes. Wujiu was displeased, Why are they so upset over pastries? he complained, sighing in irritation.

The white guard kneels before them, umbrella tucked under his arm. He takes their hand in his, rubbing it reassuringly. His smile is small but apologetic, amethyst eyes uncertain yet firm with resolve.

"Are you alright?" he asks, his soft baritone sounding comforting to your ears. You sniffle slightly, shaking your head—looking into his enchanting orbs. He slowly moves to cup the side of your face, finding the feeling of your warmth against his cold hand pleasant.

Fan sighs from within the umbrella, feeling a bit guilty. It must've taken you a while to make those treats and now all that effort has been wasted. Perhaps, he could step out of the umbrella, he could help you with baking and Bi'an isn't all that lacking in that aspect either so he could also help. It felt oddly troublesome and yet, it felt welcome.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Worry paints over her delicate features, she lowers her fan, slipping it into her obi. She rubs their shoulder, "I apologise for the cookies, do you have any more?" she asks, staring down at the survivor.

You swallow, shaking your head. "Those were all of them, I, I made extra for everyone but now it's all gone" you whispered, disappointment rolling off you in waves.

She smiles softly, you reminded her of the people she used to care for back when she was still alive. Michiko pulls out a small Wagashi, presenting it before the small survivor.

"If you'd like, I can help you in making more, I know quite a bit about making pastries" she offered, smiling at them genuinely. She watches their expression light up, a grateful smile gracing her. "Thank you, I would like that" they spoke, taking the Daifuku from her hand.

Gluttonous Hunters

The hunters don't need food, but that doesn't mean they don't wish to partake.

The baker huffed, leaning against the rocket chair. They shift uncomfortably, trying their best to not drop the basket in their lap. The hunter eyes the basket with interest, the pleasant aroma drawing them towards it.

They snatch the basket from your lap, obtaining a random treat and taking a bite out of the delicious dessert without paying any mind to you.

They always heard the survivors talk about how your treats were the best they've tasted, they've always wanted to judge whether or not that was true or not.

𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙

The inventor eyed the basket with interest; whilst he was still alive, Herman would often get him to try out new dishes, recipes and treats of all sorts—but he had to admit, the aroma of your pastries stood out amongst all of the pastries he's had beforehand.

Alva leans on the wall behind him, admiring the craftsmanship of the basket. The chaired survivor eyes the tall hunter, eyes trained on his every move. Their eyes widen when he makes a move to retrieve one of their goods from the basket.

The baker frowns, "Hey! I only made enough for the survivors!" they hollered out, visibly annoyed. Alva glanced at them, cocking his head—"Will you make some for me after the match if I only eat one?" he asked, eyes holding a particular look in them that made it hard to say no.

The baker blinked repeatedly, shocked to hear the hunter being so polite during a match. They huff, nodding, "Alright, I will, b, but, don't eat those okay?" they request with a pleading look, knowing only two pastries are left. Alva smiles slightly, placing the basket in their lap gently.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

Grace traced the patterns of the basket, smiling gently. The baker stared up at her, wide-eyed, in awe of the pretty woman. "Y, You can taste them if you want" they say, bashfully looking away.

The hunter eyes the survivor, she knows you're different from all the other humans but she just can't bring herself to warm up to anyone so easily.

She nods hesitantly, taking a pastry in between her two fingers before chipping off a small piece with her teeth. Her eyes widen, palate screaming with joy at the taste.

She peers down at the survivor, tapping their shoulder gently. Smiling at them softly, she ruffles their hair, hoping that it would deliver her gratitude.

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄

The boy's mouth waters at the aroma of the pastries, hugging the basket to his chest. His head shifts up, hesitantly meeting the baker's gaze. "C, Can I have some?" the kid asks, as polite as he can be.

The baker opens their mouth, contemplating. Do I give in to the kid and spare the survivors none or... they consider, already reaching a decision. "You can eat them all, but leave one okay?" they beam.

Robbie embraces them for a bit before opening the basket and snacking on the treats. The boy practically vibrates with joy, enjoying the taste of each wonderful treat.

"Do you like them?" the baker prods, staring fondly at the sight of the hunter being a kid. The hunters all seemed human in one way or another, the baker thought, smiling. The boy nodded fervently, hand still stuck under the accessory covering his head.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎

Onyx eyes widen slightly upon hearing a soft thud from behind her. Turning around, she eyes the basket on the ground. The survivor looked visibly flustered, in an awkward position that made it look like they were attempting to retrieve the basket.

The Geisha only smiled graciously, gently picking it up. She dusted off the basket before presenting it in a manner only a seasoned hostess would know how to. She placed it on their lap, gazing at them curiously when they nudge it towards her.

"Are you offering me one?" she voiced out euphoniously, lowering herself until she was face-to-face with them. You nod, "I, If you don't mind, you can have some, I made a bit more than usual" you replied, smiling at the hunter.

She smiled gratefully, gently opening the basket before taking a cookie into one of her hands. She flicks her hand fan open before taking a bite of the cookie. Her obsidian eyes seem to sparkle with each bite. Finishing the cookie, she bows to the survivor, thanking them.

𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑

His tentacles manhandle the basket, forcing out angry yells of disapproval from the survivor. He pays you no mind, examining the beautifully crafted basket.

He lifts up one of the hatches, greeted by the soft and warm aroma of their pastries. The eldritch god takes one of the cupcakes into his hand, while the baker watches in horror as a rift rips through his "face" forming a mouth.

He seems to be pleased by the taste—judging by the fact that he literally threw the basket's contents down that very same rift. Hastur emits a sound resembling a cat's purring, and slowly, the rift slowly shuts, reassuring you that you wouldn't in fact be one of the things on the menu.

He slithers close to you, placing the basket back onto your lap. "I would like for you to make more for me after the match" he requests, oddly docile as he trails his odd tentacle up your neck, purring even more when you nodded. It felt weird to have the hunter rub your body, it felt as if he was treating you as his pet.

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Mary's Tea Time (AFAB Reader)

Mary X Reader (afab)

The Queen trapped in the manor, has her eyes on you & she has decided to grace your miserable existence by extending an invitation to you for some tea. In the end, there wasn't much talking, at least on your end.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

The sun was high, barely starting to go down and you could hear a few birds chirping in the trees as you wait at the table. Sitting on the balcony of the misty villa, you face Mary or the Bloody Queen as the survivors call her.

She had taken a liking to you during the multiple matches you had sparred against her. Now, she had decided to extend you an official invitation to her chambers for tea. Obviously, a royal invite was not something you could refuse. You just wondered how you would be able to attend, since the survivors and hunters didn’t live in the same… space? Both parties lived in the same manor, but not on the same plane of existence, that’s what you understood.

But surprisingly enough, on the day of the rendez-vous, you opened the door leading out of your room and found yourself in the same corridor. Yet there was something strange and… unfamiliar about the place. While you were observing your environment, trying to figure out what was so wrong, you found yourself face to face with Mary’s personal butler.

While you eyed his skeleton-like appearance, he wasted no time explaining that you were currently in the hunter residences and to follow him to your destination.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach Mary’s room and once you entered, stating you were in shock would be an understatement. Her room was nothing like yours, or the other survivors for that matter. That’s a queen for ya, you thought.

After welcoming you to the misty villa, that’s how the butler called it, he escorted you to the balcony. Where Mary was waiting for you at a small table. The table was nicely decorated with a tablecloth featuring delicate roses embroidery. There was also a white porcelain tea set with gold accent assorted to the tablecloth. In the middle of the table, there was an assortment of cakes and other delicacies waiting for you.

‘‘Ah, finally. You almost made me wait,’’ she said with a smile almost a smirk as she looked you up and down.

‘‘Pardon me, Your Majesty. I’m afraid I’m not used to these kinds of things.’’ You replied, trying to sound polite. It did sound like something high society people would say, right?

‘‘Obviously. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity you have, after all. How lucky you are,’’ she replied, closing her black eyes in contentment, her hands resting under her chin.

So, here you were, basking in the sun as you waited for her maid to bring you more tea. You had put on your best articles of clothing, but it was pale figure in comparison to hers. While you were restrained to a certain dress code during the matches, you could wear anything you wanted outside of them. The wardrobes in people’s room were filled with all the clothes the person had possessed in their life. However, due to the situation you were all stuck in, people didn’t really bother wearing anything outside of basic clothing. Just a change of color here and there, usually.

End thus, Mary’s outfit was the first thing that struck you when you saw her sitting at the table. It was, simply put, gorgeous. She wore a knee-length black dress enhanced with white and red. A translucent red ribbon was attached to the back and trailing down behind her while slowly fading to black at the end. Her hands were draped in short white gloves and one of her hands held a simple yet exquisite red fan. Her head was adorned with a small black hat who also featured a red ribbon tied in a bow. Roses were spread symmetrically along her dress and her legs were covered by black tights with red high heels.

You could hardly take your eyes of her pretty attire. She was already a beauty with her simple red hunter dress, but now that was next level.

She takes a cup and start sipping on it, letting you take in her beauty. As she puts her cup down, she says:

‘‘My, you do know it is rude to stare?’’

‘‘Ah! I’m sorry, it’s just that it’s the first time I see you without your usual red dress. Your dress is so beautiful.’’

She put a slight irritated look on her face ‘‘You didn’t actually believe that I would wear that dress outside of matches? Please! If I had any authority over that, I wouldn’t even be wearing that thing. Such a miserable dress to have put on my person!’’

‘‘Oh, I see. It certainly is a plain dress, but I think that its simplicity makes you shine even more!’’ You say, smiling at her.

She takes a moment to look at you blankly, then give you a predatory smile. ‘‘You sure know how to pay a compliment to a lady…’’ She uses her fan to raise your chin.

‘‘But when you partake in conversation with royalty, you should know better than to run your mouth and eyes like that.’’ She says in a sweet, but cold tone.

Your eyes widen at her tone and the look she gives you, while utterly sweet, is imbued with a warning.

‘‘Now… What shall I do with such an ill-mannered little pet?’’ She contemplates her options.

‘‘Eyeing a lady with no restraint, running their mouth with no care and unable to even make a decision as simple as choosing a pastry.’’ She says with a huff, her gaze shifting at your empty plate for a short period of time.

You don’t know what she has in mind, but her tone and piercing gaze are making your imagination run wild. Your cheeks are burning up under her stare.

‘‘Since you cannot decide for yourself, let’s play a game!’’

She walks up to you gracefully and place herself behind your chair. You try to look back, but she ushes you strictly. She takes off a ribbon that was previously used as decoration on your chair and ties it up around your head, effectively covering your eyes.

She lowers her head right beside your ear as she talks to you. ‘‘Now, I’m going to make you taste some of the pastries and you’re going to tell me, which one it is.’’ You can hear her talons on the ground as she walks back to her seat. ‘‘If you answer correctly, I shall reward you. But if you get it wrong…’’ she lingered on the word. ‘‘Well, you’ll see for yourself once we get there. Now, shall we?’’

She sounds way too happy when saying that last part, but you gulp and answer her. ‘‘Y-yes’’

‘‘Yes, who? Theses manners will get you in trouble, before we even start our play pet.’’

‘‘My sincere apologies, your Majesty!’’

She humpfs and you can feel the satisfied smile in her voice ‘‘Good girl.’’

‘‘Now say aah.’’

You open your mouth, and she puts the spoon inside of it. Once the metallic taste of the spoon is gone, you feel the crispy texture of the dough first. Then, it’s soon followed by the sugary taste of whip cream mixt with something that reminded you of early summer.

You answer her once you’re done eating it. ‘‘berries tart?’’

‘‘Très bien! Now your reward.’’

You can feel her shift and after a moment of curious anticipation her nails come crazing at your wrist. You first feel her cold breath on your ear and then her lips pressing into a soft kiss, all the while she draws small symbols on the length of your arm. She ends the interaction with a soft caress on your shoulder. It only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

‘‘Now, let’s see if you can figure out this one.’’ She talks with a satisfied tone, probably because of your previous success.

Once again you open your mouth when she tells you to. As she puts the sweet in your mouth you can feel the tips of her fingers brush against your lips in a ghost touch. As for the sweet, the texture is soft on the inside and crispy near the edges. You take a moment to figure out the taste. But nothing comes to mind and even when you try to recall the sweets you saw on the table you can’t find one that fit. You feel a soft hazelnut flavor, among the sweetness but that’s all. So, you decide to try whatever come to your mind that could fit.

Once you give your answer, silence falls in the room. You swear the temperature drops a few degrees, despite the open balcony in the middle of summer.

‘‘…How disappointing. It’s a madeleine.’’ She finally tells you in a cold tone.

The tone makes you stiffen on your chair as you wait for her to continue.

‘‘You know what happens to people who disappoint me, right?’’ You gulp.

‘‘Time for punishment. Now, how should I go about it?’’

You wait for what seems an eternity, probably part of what Mary intends, getting anxious on your seat. Finally, you hear her moves; her chair being push on the floor as she probably gets up. What happens next makes you jump in surprise as you feel something hot be poured on your collarbones.

The liquid is hot and has a floral scent. While it doesn’t burn, the temperature is on the verge of doing so, and your skin has probably already turn red under the assault. Trying to take on the electric shock that was send to your nerves, you start to breath heavily. Gasping as the tea runs down your chest, getting in between your breasts and trickling down your belly.  Your clothes clinging to your skin, absorbing some of the heat but mostly preventing your skin from escaping it once the tea has drenched you.

Her voice can finally be heard again as you hear her put down the kettle on the nap.

‘‘Oh my, it seems there is some left. How dare you waste my most prized tea!’’

Not understanding, you start getting nervous again as you heard her footstep approaching again. Then, you feel a tongue lick at your collarbone. There were some droplets of tea still clinging to your skin and Mary made sure to lick every last drop. Her tongue going lower, until she reaches the beginning of your breast, but stops there. Only teasing you.

‘‘This is a punishment for your lack of knowledge, not a reward dear.’’ She says with her cold voice. Yet you can’t prevent yourself from feeling excited and it’s even worse with that tone she’s using.

You can hear her sit again and take something before she orders you to open. As she put the next piece in your mouth, you feel the consistence of a cake, it’s smooth and melt slightly. There’s a soft sugary taste mix with the more acidic one present.

‘‘Lemon cake.’’

‘‘Ah! Voilà une réponse qui ravie mes oreilles! Mmm… It would be a shame to waste such a delicacy.’’

Before you know it, her lips are on yours. Under your blindfold, your eyes widen at the direct action. Mary waste not time to push her tongue past your lips and have a taste of your lemon-flavored mouth. After a moment of exchanging kisses, her hands reach for your hairs and push your head back with some great strength.

‘‘Tell me pet, what do you want?’’ She murmurs.

You answer quickly ‘‘Whatever you wish, my queen.’’

‘‘Oh my, you are a quick learner.’’ She uses her other hand to caress your neck and chin as she talks.

‘‘Stay.’’

You wait in your chair as the sound of her footstep grow more distant. But it doesn’t take long for the sound to grow closer again. She tells you to stay put and you feel the rough texture of a rope bind your wrists and ankles to the chair. Once she is satisfied, she takes place on your thighs.

‘‘Now prove to me, you would do anything for your Queen.’’ She says as she pushes another piece of sweet into your mouth.

She wastes no time in opening your top. With her weapon… You can feel the broken piece of glass scratch to your skin, barely touching it, but leaving a burning mark in its wake.

Once she is done with that, you feel her shift as if she is grabbing something behind her. After that, it doesn’t take long before you feel something cold get place on the top of your breast. The sudden icy feeling makes the hair stand on your skin, giving you goosebump as she moves slowly along the marks she previously left. Leaving a trail of water behind it. Some cold droplets fall here and there with your body heat.

Your breath starts to itch as the ice come closer to your nipple. Mary makes a few circles before she presses what is left of the cube on it. The ice creates a burning sensation while as melts away, sending a sensation of excitement directly to your cunt.

Once the last parcel of ice has melted away, she takes another cube and repeats the process with your other nipple. As she moves, she takes in every little sound you make. Her eyes stalking the movements of your mouth as you find it hard to breath, because of your enhance senses. With the third cube, she slowly makes her way down to your stomach along your sternum making your breath hitch.

She then leaves you again. You can feel her staring at your disheveled state before grabbing something else on the table.

‘‘Open wide pet.’’

You do as she say, feeling the porcelain touch your bottom lip gently before she pours the tea inside your mouth. You feel the hot liquid burns your throat as you gulp it down. The tea has a gentle floral aroma with a subtle hint of bitterness. It reminds you of roses.

Some of the tea fall down the skin of your throat, leaving a burning sensation all the way down to your torso. Seeing the mess, Mary speaks.

‘‘Tsk, what a messy pet I got. How dare you waste some of my favorite tea. Well, if you don’t want it, I’ll just take it.’’

She put down her cup and you feel her put one of her knees on your side. Then a hand come to cup your chin and lift it on the side. It’s soon followed by her tongue following the lines of tea. Starting from between your breast, slowly going up your throat and stopping to nip at your jugular, before continuing until she reaches your lips. She stops right before them and leaves a soft kiss leaving you wanting more. You chase after her lips, but she backs away, putting a finger on your lips.

‘‘Tututu… Do you really think you deserve it?’’

‘‘It was an accident! I didn’t mean to drop the tea.’’ You can feel her burning gaze on you and you’re sure she’s smirking.

You follow with. ‘‘But it wasn’t wasted in the end, don’t you think it was a great way to enjoy your tea?’’

She takes a pause and knowing her, there’s half a chance she’ll agree, or she’ll be mad. But since you’ve followed her orders, she should be in quite a good mood.

‘‘Mmmh, I guess you’re right. It was quite delectable.’’

Great! Your body relaxing at her positive response.

Unbeknown to you, she notices the movement of your shoulder and smile.

‘‘I guess this deserve a reward’’ She mewls in your ear. Caressing the nap of your hair slowly.

You feel her hand go down yet again, caressing your soft body as she reaches down. She gets inside your clothes and starts stroking your clit. Once she hears you respond positively, she undoes your bottom clothes to get a better access and move her fingers more freely.

Her fingers get back near your clit, drawing circle motions slowly as she come closer. She then pass over your clit, putting pressure and inserting one finger into you. She moves them in and out a couple of time, before taking them out to go back to your clit. This time putting more pressure on it. She repeats this motions a few times until your panting and moaning.

Before you can reach your high, she takes her fingers out. You whine pathetically trying to make her come back. She tuts you.

‘‘Now, now. If you start acting up, I will need to stop this here.’’

‘‘I’m sorry, my Queen’’

You feel her frown a little, but she answers: ‘‘I really need to inculpate you with proper etiquette, but this will do for now’’

You then feel her shift on your thigh before she continues.

‘‘Open again, pet. you made quite a mess there.’’

You open wide. Eager to please her and she puts her cum coated fingers in your mouth. You waste no time in licking them clean. Doing your best to please her.

She takes out her fingers and tells you ‘‘Bien.’’ Before giving you a kiss.

Her kiss deviates to go down your neck as her tongue tease your throat once again. One of her hands find her way to your breast and start caressing them. Her other hand gets back to making you squirm.

She presses harder onto that bundle of nerve inside of you, making your moans turn into high pitched pleas. Her teeth scrap at your nipple before she takes a soft bite and start sucking on them.

Her fingers run in and out of you, sometimes switching to caress and press onto your clit. Your body feel like a furnace, and you can’t help but moans louder. You’re sure she’s pretty pleased with herself and the effect she has on you. You can feel a knot start to form inside of you, the more she plays with you.

You finally feel the knot explode. Your walls clenching around her fingers as she keeps pumping them inside and stimulate your clit to make you ride out your orgasm. You let out one last moans before trying to regain your breath and the control over what’s left of your senses. Your body feeling numbs.

As you’re coming down from your high, you first feel what you assume to be Mary soft hairs, brush against your cheeks, followed by her lips that comes to rest softly on yours. Her hands caressing your cheek, to show her approval.

She takes your blindfold off, letting it slide on the floor as it reveals your lovesick state. Your tired gaze only focused on her while you’re panting. The sudden return off light makes you blinks to adjust your sight, while she passes her thumb over your bottom lip. She smiles proudly.

‘‘Good survivor.’’

(Maybe if you’re more well behave, she’ll let you make her cum next time…)

Meanwhile Mary's maid decided it was a good time to go restock on tea leaves on the other side of the manor.

[mocha-moch4]

Mochas info/material list

Requests: OPEN

This is an Identity V blog, so pls keep the requests related!! (Blurbs or random thoughts that are unrelated are always welcome though!)

I won’t write: anything illegal (I’ll do yandere but nothing like pedophilla or incest)

There’s a handful of characters (mainly some hunters) that I won’t write for, but for the most part I’ll write for anyone

If you request Joseph, ithaqua, Naib, or Norton, yours might just get done a bit faster than normal lol..

Current works:

Mary X (AFAB)reader 🍋

Fools gold X (AFAB)reader 🍋‍🟩/🍋

[soraisnotsleepy]

🌸 Gn s/o being in a relationship with modern time Mary 🌸

🌸 NB!!! This was written WAYY before (1-2 years ago???) netass dropped new lore. So I'm just posting my old draft hhhhhhhh imho it's worthy enough to be public

🌸 CWs: N/A

🌸 I can see Mary being kinda tsundere because of her snobbish background. But don't worry, she's not a hardcore one, just few scoffs now and then

🌸 Mary is the type to scold you gently whenever you're not being careful

🌸 Would totally play a dress-up game irl with you. Her closet is full of various costumes and pretty dresses, so why not share them with you?

🌸 Do you like shopping? No? Well, suck it up, Mary will drag you to the nearest shopping mall! She just wants to hear your opinion on what she's about to buy and, of course, buy you something as well <3 If you're really not into shopping, she'll try to make it fast or bring you alongside on rare occasions

🌸 Wants the best for you. Will protect you with all her might. Did someone just insult you? Mary is ready to verbally kick their ass with fancy insults

🌸 Does makeup very well and will do it for you, if you like makeup!

🌸 Frequent tea parties with red velvet and your food of choice!

🌸 I feel like Mary is definitely into bubble teas too. So expect dates to bubble tea cafes as well

🌸 Totally would do those stereotypical girly sleepovers! Paint each other nails, eat snacks and gossip 💅💅💅

🌸 I feel like Mary is not the one to get easily jealous since she's very confident in herself and trusts you overall. But if she ever gets a tiny bit jealous, she'll just cling by your side more than usual

🌸 Really likes hugging and being kissed on the forehead. Out of two of you, Mary is the small spoon. But doesn't mind to be the big spoon too

🌸 Unintentionally snags the blanket to herself whenever you're sleeping together

[glitterymangosoda]

Pairing : Mary x Reader

Warning : Violence against reader 😞 hitting with mirrors, not written well

・・・

As my heart beats faster at the sound of the approaching footsteps of the hunter, I grab my clock resting on my hip and wince at the time.

This stupid match has gone on for too long, and unfortunately I know why. The hunter, Lady in Red, wants to show me her love.

It's stupid really, all I did was dance with her for the entirety of the event the manor had going on. The dance… It was intimate enough to make my heart feel light and warm, but it wasn't enough to convince me that Mary, the Lady in Red, was my soulmate.

In contrast Mary had different ideas, as she kept visiting me every day on the survivor side of the mansion despite hunters not allowed to regularly visit unless certain special events occur - I still find myself in her arms as she finds me while I idly walk and dust things off.

Mary kept at her attempts to court me, whether through quality time, gifts, physical affection, or even befriending my friends. I just had enough of it, I had to tell Mary I just wasn't interested, better yet I told her I wasn't ever planning on seeing her as my lover.

Things with the Lady in Red are just never simple, are they?

The Lady in Red was rather simple with her love, it was either I took it or I fell victim to it. It was clear that's what she was trying to convey to me as my current suffering is at her hands, the lady in red had fought a hard battle against my teammates only to save me for last…

・・・

A lady full of love for herself laughed softly as we danced together, “I will share my love with you.” Without understanding the depth of her words I took the words she said with all her heart as a joke, only sharing a warm smile with her and intertwining our fingers more.

The dress the Lady wore made sure to enhance her beauty and charm, the gems she had chosen to wear in her hair and on her neck seemed to also do the same. Very proudly, the Lady caught me staring and asked, “Do you think the gems I chose are beautiful?"

Looking into the Lady’s eyes, I find her eyes full of dark clouds to be beautiful too.

“Yes, they are just as beautiful as you.”

The prideful smile of the Lady became smaller as she slowly stopped dancing and instead gave me a kiss as she firmly held my hand. The Lady and I shared a sweet moment.

・・・

The memory comes to me differently as I feel sour over the situation I'm stuck in now. I've been coughing ever since my skin felt how cold the snow is in this place.

Feeling desperate to warm up, I slowly move the boxes out of my way and rush over to the nearest fire.

The joy I feel as I rub my hands together near the fire is so great, I forget the reason I was hiding in the first place. My back slowly bleeds as a mirror cuts through my skin, my clothes now ruined by the sudden attack.

Then a cold hand pushes me to the ground as I hiss at the pain on my muscles, “You fool." She whispers with venom.

I get on my back and stare at Mary in the face, her eyes look more scary than usual. Maybe it's because of what I said to her.

Feeling small compared to hunters is normal since they are two times our size, but now, with Mary’s intense expression on her face, I feel even smaller than I usually do.

I'm sure she notices my trembling from both the cold and my fear, but she ignores it as she glares. “Hiding away this entire match, is this the coward I've fallen for?” Her grip on her mirror shard tightens, I feel as if I can't breathe as she approaches closer.

I slowly breathe to calm down my shaking heart, but the air is soon taken out of my lungs as Mary lifts me up effortlessly. Staring into her dark eyes, she softens her glare and brings her head closer to mine. “Oh, but how I love this coward.” She says almost smiling, finally feeling air coming back to me properly I whisper a question. “You're still mad aren't you? Please..”

She scoffs and interrupts, “Of course I'm still mad, but seeing you so weak below me reminds me I shouldn't be too harsh on you.”

I try to push my body away from Mary as the closed space between us makes me feel uncomfortable, but her grip on my waist is too strong. “Can this end more quickly? Everyone's already gone back.” I plainly speak, not noticing a smile finally making its way to Mary’s face.

“That was the plan my dear.” She laughs, “I didn't want to suffer the consequences from the Duke from not doing what I'm supposed to, so I've decided to just corner you.”

My confusion becomes anger as I realize why she's done what she did.

“You did all that.. just to carry me into your arms as another request for my hand?” My expression becomes tense as I feel Mary’s grip tighten even more.

“Request? No dear, this is an order for you to give me your heart and everything of yourself.” She chuckles innocently, as if she didn't just talk about removing my freedom.

“You can't do that, it's not possible in any way.” I try to reason, but it doesn't seem to work as Mary just grows smug. “I know that, but there's a reason why I'm here now. For this moment in time, you are mine. Now dance with me, no worries, I'll let you take a breather.”

I stare up in surprise as I'm gently put down onto the snowy grass to relax, words echoing in my head. A dance, and only a dance, with the red queen who wishes for my entire heart? Is this her way of convincing me I'm truly meant to be her’s? In a way - my heart does feel a little shy at the idea.

My legs slowly recover as if nothing hit me prior, and I grab onto Mary’s cold hands with sharp nails that never seem to scratch me.

“If the queen can offer me mercy after this, I'd enjoy it with my heart and… a new dance for another day?” Mary’s eyes practically light with determination at the idea, I've enticed her well enough with just a few words. It makes me smile at how her expression lifts as we dance.

“Well, only if you can make me feel as special as you did before. I won't bleed you out then.” She smirks as she leads, I struggle a little due to the new setting and my wounds but I lean in close enough to tease the idea of our lips touching. Our noses centimeters apart before I part and dip Mary deeply in my arms, hearing her giggles I know I'm doing at least one thing right.

Safe to say, the red queen might have taken my heart well into her hands when I'm delivered back to the manor with a big, red smudged kiss on my forehead.

・・・

Extra

Mary(Queen of Hearts ver) : I knew you'd be willing to do this with me

*She cheers happily*

(Y/N)(King of Hearts ver) : It's not as bad as this other ideas you've wanted me to try, my queen

Mary : You're just so adorable, drowning in those velvet robes to match my grand dress. Don't forget your little crown, my king

*She puts on a overwhelmingly large crown over your head*

*(Y/N) closes eyes and nods with a small smile*

[vanrouchu]

😳 can we get some mary/reader crumbs..... maybe a scenario at a formal soirée, both of them are spellbound under a budding romance but stifle their yearning to keep up appearances in front of all the nobles... or at least, they try hehe. thenk you basil MWAHS

behind closed doors

i almosf oassed out twice writinf this i lllooev mary

There was an unwritten rule in high society that all nobles adhere to. 'Keep your feelings hidden lest you want it to be used against you,' as they said. The higher the status you had, the more you stick to that rule as one weakness shown can be the reason for your downfall. Much to her misfortune, Mary was the pinnacle of high society while your standing was somewhere below here; falling in love with her was nothing unusual but having those feelings reciprocated was a different story.

You were always fabricating excuses during parties after Mary shoots you a subtle glance as she heads into an empty parlor—"come and see me," it wasn't difficult to tell what she wanted to convey and it didn't take you much to follow after her as you tried to avoid prying eyes. Behind closed doors, it was simply you and Mary drowning in intimacy that would get them into a huge scandal if someone ever found out but perhaps that made it more exciting and Mary liked the thrill.

Your hands were on her waist, pulling her closer as she planted her lips on yours while her hands cupped your cheeks. You were careful enough to avoid the numerous accessories on her, you knew that it would raise questions if she went out looking even slightly disheveled. Mary was quite the opposite—she cared little for such things especially when you're both behind closed doors. It was easy to fix herself after this but for now she wanted to savor the moment while it lasted.

"Why are you holding yourself back, my darling?" She whispered against your lips, her gaze on you made your heartbeat quicken as she traced the outline of your jaw. "We're alone. There's no one who can see us."

"I'm just worried that people will notice when you come out." You admitted, sighing dreamily as you felt her finger trace your skin—each touch she left on you made your breath hitch. "I don't want to be the cause of rumors that might mark you as their target."

"Darling." Her voice was firm as she pulled back to face you properly. She furrowed her eyebrows as she wrapped her fingers around your jaw and forced you to look at her directly. There was a slight frown on her face and it didn't take you long to realize that she was agitated.

"You know I'm quite fond of you but that does not mean I'll tolerate such impertinence." Her tone slowly turned commanding, "I want you to give yourself to me without reservations about causing trouble for me. Let me worry about that. Unless… You think I'm incapable of handling such trivial matters, do you?"

"No! Of course not." You replied hurriedly as you let out a heavy sigh. "I know you can handle it but I can't help but worry either way." You leaned in closer and tucked her loose hair behind her ear, not noticing the way her cheeks turned a little rosy. "You're important to me, after all, my lady."

"You fool," she sneered. "Just shut your mouth and kiss me again. I've been waiting for far too long to meet you again—surely you won't deprive me of that, at least, correct?"

You couldn't help but chuckle when she leaned in and pressed her lips against yours once more as you buried your fingers into her hair. "My lady is so demanding… but yes, I'll do what you wish."

[momo-hearts]

Kinda dry in here so i want to request a hunter gn/nb reader who got bullied the whole match *cough* camping pallet *cough* dance emote

Idk how many character you accept it or I'm just blind but geisha, Mary and anyone who you feel like they also share this same issue.

Fluff please....after this happens

Also HC please i don't want to request too much

(but what if yandere? Ok I'm sorry-)

requester, i dont mind many characters! 20 or something is alright with me but it will take a very long while!

Also massive ooc for mary bcuz i never played her

Dont be afraid to request much!

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Yandere! GEISHA

- In one of your matches, she heard one of the survivors were dirt talking you. Such thing won't pass her, sure, she usually remain peaceful after matches but hearing someone trash talk about you? You? Her love? That stood to low.

- maybe a little threat won't hurt? Maybe? But you are her first priority, so she came to you.

- you might be a little... Oh, who knew. You were clearly upset. She would sat next to you, holding your hand. Softly rubbing your hands in circles.

- ` its alright my dear.. Theyre just empty words. Don't worry too much. `

- atleast tries to comfort you, but her love langguage isn't words of affirmation but physical and acts of service.

- atleast expect some touch and surprise presents for a few days to make you feel better.

- will invite you (more like drag you-) to let her play the shamisen for you. Not going to lie, her skills are very impressive and the songs seems very familiar to you.

- she will also make paper flowers and gave it to you as a bouquet, if you still upset over it.

- genuinely cares about you, and will go out of her way to cheer you even a tiny smile will sent her to the hospital.

` The butterflies is setting this year, would you like to see them with me? `

Yandere! Bloody Mary

- ` darling, whats the matter? Why are you so upset? `

- will ask if your alright. Are you upset, pouting or are you just tired? Countless possibilities that could be your mood.

- upon hearing that you have a bad match with a few survivors, she invited you to an afternoon tea party. Filled the brim with varies desserts and cream fillings that would make the mercenary water for all eternity.

- but these are just for you💕.

- doesn't pressure you to talk about it, but if you will. She will listen to your troubles and vent to the ears, despite her annoying mirror-

- ahem, will sing, touchy or have a simple lunch together to make you cheerful.

- her love langguage is acts of service and quality time, so shes best at comforting you at your lowest or baddest day.

- though, the survivors wont... be so good.

` my darling, the tea is ready. Wont you join me for abit in the garden? `

[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

[oletus-writer]

Identity V Hunter Masterlist

Alva Lorenz

Nsfw Alva imagines

Feminine male s/o

S/o who’s into body worship

Touch-starved s/o

General headcanons

Antonio

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Nsfw headcannons

Size difference (sfw and nsfw headcannons)

Reserved s/o

Cuddle headcanons

Carrying reader by his hair

Hastur

God reader

Nsfw alphabet

Breeding kink

Grace

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Jack

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Reader who is as dangerous as they are

Nsfw headcannons with small s/o

Jealous of their mini pet version

Joseph Desauliner

Jealous of their mini pet version

Reader who is short and will beat you in a fight

Nsfw alphabet

Keigan Nicholas Keogh

Insecure reader

Taking care of sick reader

Flirty s/o

Nsfw alphabet

Reader who is a cinnamon roll

S/o who’s into body worship

Reader who is short and will beat you in a fight

Touch-starved s/o

Luchino Diruse (hunter)

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Nsfw alphabet

Mary

Jealous of their mini pet version

Melly Plinius (hunter)

With an s/o that kites well

S/o who doesn’t rest when sick

Jealous of their mini pet version

Norton Campbell (hunter)

With an s/o that kites well

S/o who doesn’t rest when sick

General headcanons

Jealous of their mini pet version

Wu Chang

Jealous of their mini pet version

Reader who says dirty jokes but is actually bashful

Platonic headcannons

Nsfw headcannons

Xie Bi’an nsfw alphabet

Fan Wujiu nsfw alphabet

Yidhra

God reader

Follower s/o

[adiluv-moved]

bloody queen's once skin is quite literally living in my head rent free, and i have this self-indulgent thought about it that i need to like... scream out into the void.

imagine knowing mary pre-manor, being one of her servants before she was wed. hopelessly loving her, loving her with all of your heart. and trying to get closer, to stay in her presence, to earn her favor, and ending up one of the 'lucky' individuals that get to help her with her wedding gown on the day of.

and having that last moment with her before she's officially the queen, asking her "do you really love this man?" and feeling your heart shatter when she says yes.

[queenofthepirates83]

BEN Drowned with reader who is like Mary the bloody queen :3

💕💕💕

I haven’t played idv in so long so bear with me with these headcannons <3 hope you enjoy, anon!

Ben Drowned with a reader like Bloody Queen

Tag: headcannons, one-shot

TW: short, mentions of murder, tell me if I missed anything else!

Words: 416

A/N: I’ve had this in my inbox for a few days, I’m so sorry it took so long, I just didn’t wanna research about Bloody Queen because for some reason I thought she had way more abilities than she actually does 😭

He didn’t realize you had those types of powers until a month or two into dating.

He thought it was cool the way you dressed, in these big Victorian like dresses

He loves when you just kinda pick him up when he falls down and hold him like you’re dancing(I honestly don’t know, he just likes it)

He really likes the variety of dresses you have(when you aren’t around he puts them on and poses like he’s a model or something)

When he did find out you have this ability to do an aqua mirror and are able to control everything with your reflection he was amazed.

You two were walking around the woods, which wasn’t necessary his style as he was more of somebody who just sits in his room and plays games.

Anyway, it was dusk outside, which meant the sun was down. There was little light outside due to the set sun, only a dark blue where it was setting.

You walked beside Ben, holding hands and listening to each other. He ranted to you about some game he was currently playing that he seemed really interested in.

You looked through the thick leaves of the tall trees, noticing smoke, most likely from a campfire you assumed.

You glanced over to Ben, who was still ranting on about his game. You squeezed his hand, causing him to shut up and look at you.

You nodded with your head in the direction of the campfire, to which he glanced over and stared at the dim glow through the trees.

You let go of his hand to sway yours around, moving it in front of you and flicking it. Suddenly the white and light blue mirror and reflection could be seen from where the two of you were by the campfire surrounded by young adults, drinking and fucking.

Your reflection, who you liked to call ‘your twin’, quickly killed them off, as you walked around as if you were there instead.

Ben stared at you, almost mesmerized, his eyes flicking between you and your reflection a ways away.

After that he always wanted to see it again.

The second time he saw your reflection in the aqua mirror he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again.

Along with the variety of dresses you have, he also finds your variety of weapons interesting.

All in all he wants to constantly see your reflection and finds you interesting in general.

[acosmicblizzard]

Romantic ghost manor au Mary headcanons

For base info on this au go here!

Warnings: None

Story type: Fluff, Au

Pairings/Characters: Mary - “Bloody Queen” x Gender neutral Reader, Joseph Desaulniers - “Photographer”

(Joseph plays the wingman pt.1, possible ooc cause i have no idea how to write mary-)

Mary straightforwardly avoids you at first and only interacts with you if needed. Her reasoning is that she's a queen and has no need to interact with a measly nobody who bought this horrid manor. Mary is pretty rude to you at first but never goes out of her way to sabotage you or make your day worse, the most you ever get out of her is a small scoff or rolling her eyes at anything you say. She relatively hates having to share this manor with you but overtime adjusts to your presence. It doesn't mean that immediately she'll start chatting and wanting to be friends with you, just less of her snarky attitude towards you.

Thanks to the help of Joseph you and Mary slowly but surely start getting closer. Joseph noticed the queens cold behavior towards you and your irritation at it at it, so the nobleman decided to take it into his own hands. You and Joseph were relatively close, friends, but nothing more. He was also friends with Mary so he took it into his responsibilities to start inviting both you and Mary too tea parties. Mary was incredibly displeased at this in the beginning but overtime realized how fun it was to just chat with you. Over teas, scones, baguettes, anything. You just became fun to be around and made a small smile sneak onto the queens face anytime you'd show up to the tea parties. She slowly started interacting with you outside the tea parties and started inserting herself into your daily life.

Mary takes extreme pride in dressing you up and doing your makeup. Male? Female? Nonbinary? She doesn't give a damn, let her dress you up. However she's willing to take into consideration the clothes you're more comfortable with and will always ask your opinion on certain clothes and would never force you into a dress if you're uncomfortable with it. But she'll find something that looks radiant and stunning on you either way. If she could she'd spend all day dolling you up with all the makeups and pretty clothing in the world, I'd imagine even though she's dead she still has a lot of her old clothes and makeups in her old room. She'll tell you to throw the makeups out due to how old they are and how they could hurt your skin but keep the clothes just in case they fit you.

She's pretty touch neutral at first but would prefer if you'd ask her before touching her. She didn't spend as long as she did on her appearance for you to randomly touch her face and slightly smudge her makeup. But she does really enjoy your touch and will sometimes pull a Joseph and ask for your hand, holding out hers with one arm behind her back.

When Mary realizes her feelings for you she's in denial for awhile. She's a queen from a era where you were put into a arranged marriage with someone you didn't love and couldn't marry anyone outside of your social status. She'll be especially more in denial if you don't identify as a man as same sex couples and different gender identities weren't accepted back then. However she'll eventually come around to accepting it but it'll take awhile due to how she was raised and the time period she came from. Once she accepts the fact she's In love with you she'll start inviting you to your own private tea parties with her and will start getting pretty touchy with you, asking for your hand, touching your face and cupping your cheeks with her hand, coming up behind you and hugging you with her arms around your waist, and more.

Mary confesses to you with the help of Joseph by basically transforming one of the spare rooms in the manor to a ballroom. One day after one of your tea parties with Mary, Joseph hands you a letter saying it was from Mary. You open the fancy sealed letter and read it's contents, Mary wants you to meet her in the large storage closet on the 2nd floor of the manor for some reason at around high noon. Though slightly suspicious and confused about this you decide to go anyway. You open the door to the storage closet and see it completely different from when you last checked it. The once completely run down storage closet looked good as new with a gramophone playing in the background and Mary standing in the middle of the room adjusting her dress. You call out to her and she turns around and flashes you a smile, thanking you for coming. Soon music starts playing from the gramophone as Mary steps toward you, the black heels she wears clicking against the wood floor as she extends a hand and asks, "May I have this dance?"

You twirled around to the music as Mary took the lead, carefully leading you in a waltz to the music. The whole time you could barely focus on anything but Mary, despite her eyes being pitch black you couldn't help but love those beautiful eyes. The way they seem to have emotions of their own as they shift whenever she smirks and smiles, anytime she's frustrated, anytime she's sad, it follows her emotions perfectly. As the song soon reached it's climax the bloody queen suddenly dipped you down with her lips coming close to yours. She patiently watched your face for any signs of discomfort and waited for a signal from you before she dared to kiss you. You smiled and leaned forward towards her putting your lips together. Mary smiled greatly into the kiss and held you as she deepend the kiss. Quietly saying "I love you." As soon as the kiss broke away.

As your relationship continues Mary will come up to you with questions about modern things. Honestly you two could spend the entirety of your tea parties with Mary asking questions and you answering them. She'll posses a object you have on you when you go out and be shocked at her surroundings and question what each thing is, her voice ringing around in your head as people looked at you weirdly for talking to nothing. You didn't mind though, it was funny when Mary got incredibly curious of things like this.